“You are my son, whom I love. With you I am well pleased.” Few and widely spaced are boys whose fathers tell them that. So they cobble together a sense of themselves from other sources. Now they are men, divorced from the ceremonies of innocence, twisted by compensatory behaviours and lost in their lusts.
As a young boy, there was a brief period when I thought I was a tiger. I felt fleet, powerful, at the centre of things. Then it passed and I drifted into error.
The body is utterly innocent. It believes everything the mind thinks. When it becomes a dumping ground for mental negativity, it enters a dread state, and the ceremonies of innocence are lost. Allopathic medicine can suppress the symptoms of this slow poisoning but true healing requires purification of the mind.
According to a recent Canadian study, 79 percent of young men and 84 percent of young women report significant sexual problems, including low levels of satisfaction, low desire, erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, an inability to achieve orgasm and injurious pain. The study suggests they are having sex not because they want to but because they think they should.
In “should” is the death of innocence.
In order for me to see a fault, I must have the fault. I announce my own defect by pointing out its existence in someone else.
Clear seeing is sight cleansed of judgement.